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To
Ride
The
Winds
Of
Memory
I
wish
that
I
could
turn
back
time
to
nineteen
fifty-three
and
wander
down
those
hallowed
halls,
together,
you
and
me.
How
sweet
'twould
be
to
once
again
see
all
your
faces
there,
and
skip
along
the
corridors
where
youth
was
free
of
care.
I'd
love
to
feel
the
ambiance
of
days
that
are
no
more,
where
tender
hopes
were
plentiful
and
dreams
were
meant
to
soar.
I'd
like
to
see
your
cheerful
smiles
that
brightened
like
the
sun,
and
feel
the
rush
of
eagerness
for
journeys
just
begun.
But
oh,
alas,
those
days
are
gone;
I
can't
go
back
to
see
those
teen-aged
classmates
of
high
school,
except
in
memory.
How
long
the
road
has
wound
since
then,
how
far
I've
had
to
roam,
but
girlhood
days
I
shared
with
you
will
always
whisper
home.
Perhaps
the
roads
you've
taken,
too,
have
led
both
far
and
near,
but
I
suspect
that
in
your
hearts
those
high
school
days
are
dear.
So
take
my
hand
and
we
will
ride
the
winds
of
memory
back
to
the
time
when
we
were
young
in
nineteen
fifty-three.
I'm
sure
you'll
find,
as
I
have
done,
although
mature
and
gray,
inside
your
heart
that
teen
remains,
forevermore
to
stay.
~Copyright
©
1999
Ruth
Gillis~
Previously
published
in
Poet's
Review
September
1999
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